Right or Wrong, Love or Hate it.

Much has been happening in the past days.

Too much.

That blogging was deemed impossible.

But since I have time in my hands now,
Hello.

So like I mentioned, pretty much has happened lately.
Sheesha, paint-job, not forgetting all-out hanging out.
Almost everyday without failed.

That Lan who spent his life stuck on his computer seat,
As if doing research for some Human Genome project.

He sure has changed.

Changed so much that cigarettes no longer satisfy him the way it should be.

So for the first time, he went out for sheesha with his ITE mates on graduation.

And it's not enough.
He did it again with another bunch of his friends.

Oh and by the way.
I love blowing out so much smoke,
It makes me feel so European.




They said I look like Chester,
That Linkin Park lead singer,
Each time I put that thing in my mouth.

Maybe I'm just too seasoned with microphones.

And then,
There's our Naz.

Looking like an extinguished Ghost Rider.




I don't find this picture cool.

The smoke is for him to hide his face from the camera.

He sure is smarter than I thought.


Also, the two non-smokers.
But experienced sheesha-ers.

Strange how they got mabuk after some puffs.




Fiza (left): "Aiya aiya, fainting liao, wah cibai someone help me leh."
Wawa: "WOOOO, SHEESHA'S DA SEXXX BABYYYY!"


Oh and by the way,
Did I mentioned we took two sheeshas?

Apple and Strawberry.
I love sucking both.

But I don't swallow.
lol.


Might be cousins




So yeah, another highlight will be that of Naz spark's paint job.
Under my void-deck.

wee.


Reza the Bangla






Frez and Ustazah Wawa who, well, gambles.






God, what happened to my beloved clean void-deck.





All "Nude" Spark




Gamblers and Banglaman





Nippon Advertiser





Frez the next Bangla





GERMANY!





From like 11pm till 7am, my void-deck became their home.
As I ran up and down to get drinks, check my msn, and stuff all night long.

It was a nice experience, at the same time thrilling to,
The chances of a police patrol coming in.

Everyone was tired,
Some even took a short nap in my room upstairs.


Everyone had their share of dreams.

Some dreamt of flying.






And the owner is still so stressed if his pimped bike can attract the girls he wants.






That's about it,
Lanny

I saw my first real crush today.

I'm very happy.

That's about it.


Some people just tried to pretend so hard that they understands you and stuff like that.
Yet they get simple things wrong.

No wait.

It's my fault.
It must be.

I'm stubborn.
I respect my pride.

I shot an innocent bystander.

Wait.

Not innocent.

I don't really know.
She was just in my line of sight when I pulled the trigger.
It was her scream that startled me to shoot.

But everyone stayed innocent.

It's a misunderstanding.
It have to be.

But my pride.
How I broke it down when I apologize.

I knew how everyone will changed their outlook on me when I did it.
But I had to do it.

And it seems like as if I cut the wrong wire of a time bomb.

It explodes back on my face.

Scarring every part of me.

I ruined my dignity.
I ruined my reputation.
I ruined my pride.

All this for another heavy blow.

All this to ruin my emotions.



Don't break me.

I miss my disobedient curly-wurly hair

Hello again.

It has been a long time since I talked about life,
It has been a long time since I hypnotise people to sleep as they read through.

You know what.
Nevermind.

I won't talk about my boring life.

But the highlights.

:p


The most important ones comes first,
You might have guess it.


Hair.


I went for my first haircut in like 6 months.
My mission was clear;
To trim my fringe so I can wink at female.
Cats.

They're tight and furry.
Just the way I love it.

So anyway about hair.

It so happens that the saloon hairstylist recommends stuff to do about my hair.

Layers, trim non-fringes and bla bla.

Being that easy-going customer I am,
I accepted.
Foolishly accepted.

I shall now post a picture of Alan Casablanca for your viewing pleasure.
And umm, apologies for doing disgusting poses.


This is him before that retarded haircut.




All macho-ed up and curls in heavy traffic.
With sound-dampening side-bangs.

Oh and smoking is bad for your health.


All because he took someone's advice,
The minority that dare says my fringe is fucking irritating and it should be burnt.

Meet Alan Casablanca,
The tranvestite.




They said longer hair makes me look girly.

But wtf, I sacrificed my hair just to prove them wrong.
And my fucking fringe now looks like siput tengah baring.

Go figure out what it means.

And this.

This disgusting pic.




P/S: That's the shirt I'm wearing for graduation ceremony later. If you see anyone in that shirt just say hello to him. Or her, whatever you think he looks like.

My back hair...
God...

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BACK HAIR YOU FUCKING SCISSORS-WIELDER

It looks all so flat now.
And those layers, doesn't go along with my curly fries.

I miss my hair.
Nuff' said.


And I made a pretty interesting discovery.

Wawa and me could be related, by blood.
And Naz hold a bet with me that if we ARE related,
I had to treat him to Madjack and movies.

My grandmother,
Seems to be so similar to her description of her, well, some kind of grandmother.

Her grandmother's husband's 3rd or 4th wife.

I don't know what you call that.
But the name, the appearance description.

And both stayed in Malaysia.

Amusing.
Good friends for years only to know we are related.

Scary.
Because I can't picture myself calling Wawa "Kakak".

Heart-breaking.
To see my money flying towards Naz.

Damn it.
To my haircut.

Well at least I didn't get this.





I can do jambuls now,
Lan

Smells Like Revenge

This entry will be full of pictures.

Of revenge.

And of the truth behind me victimized.


Frez and Wawa earned their one-way ticket here,
Thanks to my dear computer who auto-saved those chat logs.

*hugs computer*


Let's begin then.


So according to my available sources; chat logs,
It turns out that Frez is an accomplice of Wawa

Knowing that she can't take me down herself,
She hired one of the closest to me to do her dirty job.

And boy, it was so beneath suspicion till I saw the chat log for myself.

This.




"Translation

eh frez
yea
what
ah
u go change lan's song titles again ah
haha
who are u to command me
i like direct translation you
eh sad se"

Of course, at first Frez rejected her request.
Since he has been a good friend for years with me.

But Wawa persuaded him with her techno dance on webcam.
Thus, frez had to follow her order to stop his bleeding eyes.


Yes people.
He hacked into my iTunes again.

Motherfucker.





Even Sum 41 was not spared.




And to Wawa,
That is pleasurable.






"Translation

I taste confirm lan blur se
this what
later confirm he don't notice."


Mind you wawa,
You can only punkd me 1 times out of 50 times where the other 49 is me Punkding you.

Since I had shamed myself to prove my innocence.
I will now.

Shame you.

FrezAzwa.


Let's start with Frez.
Since he's her accomplice and a younger 1988.

All my years being friends with him,
Especially taking photos with him inside.

I could never understand one thing.





He always shows his teeth when posing to the camera.

Of course one picture isn't enough to prove my statement.






Maybe his teeth is everyone's main attraction.




*stares at teeth*



*gets hypnotized*



*vision turning blurry white*



*stops looking and smells nescafe*


See.
Frez is one very unique person ever since he's a baby.

So unique that when he came out of the blackhole,
He have little hairs on him..

And.
Smiling with teeth out.

A fucking just-born baby smiling his teeth out.





Alright enough about this Singaporean Gollum creature.

Now for Wawa the Minah Dangdut Techno.

Currently I only have one photo of you in hand.
More will come later.

But I won't be sparing you unless you buy me 3 venti Ice Caramel Machiatto.

Now for the introduction for the other entry.


This is Wawa,
The Cik Pon look-alike that dances to techno with dangdut moves.






Revenge of the Sith,
Alan Skywalker

And I ain't got no scrubs.

I've been struck by the laze virus.

It has affected me so bad that I feel so lazy to blog.

And for the past few days I've been either playing games at home or going out to lepak with organic meatbags.

I shall be very kind enough to let you know without you questioning.

I'm playing KoToR 2.

And I love HK-47.

Completed darkside path, now playing lightside.

I shall give a proper entry.

Maybe tomorrow.


Irritated Declaration: Lack of ideas makes my power heat up to a certain extent,
Nescafe-88

A man of many fears, and more chat logs

I'm afraid of myself for having so many fears.

Afraid that one day these fears will overtake me.

My mind.
My body.

My life.


Maybe one of these days,

I'll be climbing up my staircase coming back from buying cigarettes and starbucks.
One big cockroach starts chasing me from behind.
I'll run up the stairs ignoring that 2nd floor,
Up..

And up..

And away that fuck-I-seriously-hate-to-the-core cockroach pulled it's feelers back to a streamlined shape and starts flying.

Starts flying at the 11th floor.

Attempting to make a nest out of my hair.

Knowing there's no other way,
And knowing there's such a thing called Jedi Arts,
I climbed the pillar attempting to parkour my way back to 2nd floor and into my home.

But.

That fear,
Of heights.

It'll consume me as I look down to small, I mean, tiny children playing badminton,

And slowly my vision escaped me.
Shrouding my mind in darkness,
As I instead of parkouring,
Bungee-jumped without rope to my death.


With my left nipple,
Stabbed with a shuttlecock,
And sharp feathers of bird sliced through my heart.


I could never understand myself,
Why each time I'm on the bike behind my friend,
On the expressway...

I kept thinking about my family.
The need to see them again was so strong that I could see them on the inside of my visor.

My Dad karaoke-ing to P.Ramlee.

My Mom cooking black pepper beef rice while listening to the radio.

And my sister feeding my cat.

Of course,

My cat looking at me with so many kinds of horny looks.


I could never understand why am I so fearful.

From cockroaches that the reason I had a cat was to get me feeling secured.
Because she's one professional pest buster.

From the supernatural that had me looking at the window too many times before sleeping.

From heights till I will kill anyone that brings me up Mountain Everest with the flag we carry.

Too many.
Just too many.

To the extent "Braveheart" was the worst insult to me I ever experienced since 1988.


What the fuck,
That oh-so-manly job of asking girls for their numbers feels more like asking them to dig my grave for me.

Fear.


Fuck.
I lost my internet awhile back.

For I-don't-know what reason.

Nevermind.

Chat logs.

Yay.



So I talked to my so-called clone.
And no, I'm not talking about Lanny the Whatever Buddy.
I just don't feel too straight talking to him on msn.

If you're wondering why,
Go drown yourself in a pool of cockroaches.

*shivers a little*

This "clone" happens to be as fair-skinned as me "I seriously hope not".
Talks whatever I'm thinking and vice-versa.
Loves cats.
Loves molesting cats.
But I still can't get over the fact she don't know what dildo is.

Make her my "Lightside" clone.

We were talking about two photos that have our friend, Fad.
Both photos has either of us standing behind.
And this Fad,
Well,
He's dark.
Not really.

Brownie,
Yeah.

(3:12 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	one got white ass behind fad
(3:12 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	da other oso got white ass behind fad
(3:13 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	why must we whities always behind fad
(3:14 PM) :	ahahahahah
(3:14 PM) :	yeah man
(3:14 PM) :	cuz we whities
(3:14 PM) :	must make ways for some blackies
(3:15 PM) :	so tt their face can be spotted in the picture
(3:15 PM) :	u knw la
(3:15 PM) :	how some backgrounds sometimes can be slightly darker
(3:15 PM) :	ahahahaha

This is not a racist comment.
Take note.
I have friends from every race.
Yes I like comparing my skin to them.
But I'm no racist.

Maybe colorist if that word even exists.

And remember about not knowing shit about dildo?

(3:36 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	eh fafa
(3:36 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	u seriously donno wads dildo?
(3:38 PM) :	dunnoo
(3:38 PM) :	whats tt
(3:38 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	goodness
(3:39 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	im sure feeling guilty shld i tell u wad it is
(3:39 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	*imagines fafa wiv a pervertic smile*
(3:39 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	*feels encouraged*
(3:39 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	ok dildo is a sex toy for girls
(3:39 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	*feels dirty*
(3:40 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	*feels guilty*
(3:40 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	*commits suicide*

Her innocence.
My influence.

Oh I'm a bad boy.


OH AND SHE CALLED ME GERMAN

(4:26 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	u shuddup first bubble lipped arabic goldfish
(4:27 PM) :	wow. okay u german eyes punk head.

Wolfgang Alan White.
Oh how I missed that name.


Enough about this Fafa.

Now let's touch Wawa.

I mean touch on Wawa's.

Oh and btw I just can't help thinking of Papa Jahat when I saw their nicks.

Fafa
Wawa
Papa
Haha


So Ms Wawa told me about this sms she received from Mr Naz.

(2:01 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	he said, can i cum now? sempat tak
(2:01 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	hahhaha i was laughing siak
(2:01 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	AHAHAHA

(2:01 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	u tell him
(2:01 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	ahha
(2:01 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	lets cum together

I can't really help it.

(2:06 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	blg die u want to cum wiv him?
(2:06 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	ALAN
(2:06 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	tell naz bout ur movies plan
(2:06 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	STFU
(2:06 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	i angry
(2:06 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	i cum
(2:06 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	hahha
(2:06 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	diam la
(2:06 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	cumming cumming cum cum
(2:06 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	eh cb
(2:06 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	bole cumiyan
(2:06 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	shudnt tell u this sia
(2:06 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	boleh kangkang nah
(2:07 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	cause u wont kp ur mouth shut

More.

(2:49 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	after i cum out from naz house
(2:49 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	ok i see how first, cause aku nk peg kubur later petang.
(2:49 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	den we cum to u
(2:49 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	u cum to us
(2:49 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	we cum to town
(2:49 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	dont use the word CUM la cb

I love it when my cat cums to me,
Lan

High on Starbucks

"Hey umm Ice Caramel Machiatto Venti, no whipped cream."
"Regular or low fat milk?"
"Umm regular"

Okay.
I'm seriously high on Starbucks now.
I can't blog this way.
Kids comes here too.
I can't risk myself talking about Cyber-sex or even cat sex.

Ok that's random.

Meow2-style is still the best.

*pats head*

God.
My cat suddenly went meowing.
Maybe I'll rape her afterwards.

Anyway back on subject, which I haven't actually touch on.

If you guys read my previous post, I posted a picture of my friends sleeping.
And frez who wasn't included in the picture,
Eventually had a backup plan to get even with me.

And to avenge our brothers.

I went to my iTunes hoping to dance to some Killers song and I saw this.

The bold is the corrected one.
And if you don't understand malay.

SUCKS TO BE YOU!





All I wanted was to play "Daddy's Eyes" and starts singing along.
Clumsy me still can look around for it after I saw some malay titles.

And how the fuck can I not remember that I don't listen to Malay songs.
Be it dangdut, Jiwang or my father's favourite Pop Yeh Yeh.

Only to see Mata Ayah.

And they were more.

Fucking frez,
You did it again.

I still remember my "The Man Who Sold The World" by Nirvana,
He changed it to "Orang Yang Jual Dunia".

Puacibai.

And also.
Puacibai cancelled my slots on my roster list.

Me and Naz came all the way from Simei to Changi Airport only to be struck against PCB's spell.

I have to start planning on how to get him fired, now,
Lan

Whine, Chat logs, and Hunks

Apologies for my absence.

I've been rather busy with mood swings.

I had to avoid blogging when I'm not in a good mood,
Or risk having a fucking boring entry.

Now to start off.


Work (Code: Whine)

I will warn you guys that this topic is boring,
So skip to the next one if wouldn't want to care what happened to me at work.

Bear with me again,
My keyboard will now shoots out letters that only brings out the negative words.

For this part, I'm letting my anger flew out from by body,
To my fingers,
Touching the keyboard,
To whine.

About work.

Fuck work.

I beg for sympathy,
Cause I've been backstabbed by Mr Supervisor.

Otherwise known as Mr "Fucking" Phua-Cibai.

Phua-Cibai was made famous by myself actually.
In secondary school I used to shout out the window at innocent passer-bys.

"PUAAAACIIIIBAIIII!"

Days of raging puberty,
Well who can blame me really.

So this supervisor of mine happens to have a Phua in his name.
He would have escaped his made-popular-by-me name if he has a good work attitude.

But he doesn't.

Thus,
Phua-Cibai.

Now I shall do my best to explain what happened.
And please do your best to understand this situation.

You see I get my salary every week on a Thursday.

So last Thursday, I went with my friends to Changi Airport.
Met PCB at his table giving our people salary.

I got LD-ed (Salary Cut) for not coming on Wednesday.
That Thursday's yesterday.

Here's the complicated part.

My salary is based on last week (Mon-Sun) work days.
Which I came for 2 out of 3 days and I had a valid reason for not coming on one of the days.

So it'll make it about 70 bucks, the amount I deserved.

On the wednesday of incident's yesterday, however,
My name was slashed with someone's which means either one have to come to work,
As said by many experienced workers there.

For example:

Alan/White

Means either Alan or White have to come.

But PCibai LD-ed me with an excuse that "/" stands for both must work.
He even threaten to call his assistant to make sure he's correct.

By all means I told him to just hit that number and get the fucking fact right.
He refused and kept nagging at me that I should just quit work and such.

And bear in mind there's quite a sum of people in that room.

But even if he's going to fucking LD me on wednesday,
It'll affect my next week's pay instead of last week's which I should get my 70 bucks.
And even if the system were to his choice, I can get at least 20 bucks after a fucking LD.

But fucker's kept refusing to give even one cent of my pay.

Sometimes I just hate my forgiving nature,
Letting others step on my head.
If only I have that little flavour of "Mat Rep" in me.
I'll shove a cucumber up his anus.

lol.

So yeah, I'm in a dilemma to just continue working and get the money for shopping trips.
Or just quit and save myself from embarassment.

You guys tell me.


Punk'd (Code: Chat Logs)


Heh.
Another prank about the supernatural.
But the victim stays the same always.

(11:49 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	ask u ah
(11:50 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	u gt red spots on ur chest?
(11:50 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	acne?
(11:50 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	nope
(11:50 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	mcm spots kecik2
(11:50 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	nvr
(11:50 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	like blood but nt blood
(11:50 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	me naz n fiza have
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	like wat
(11:51 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	after goin back home last nite
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	huh
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	siak
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	u serious?

Ok the red spots was not a hoax,
I somehow have it on my chest and I don't know what the heck it is.
But just me,
The others is a hoax.

We went to haunted places in a car last night,
Thus giving me a great opportunity to start a supernatura-based Punk'd.

(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	eh dont scare me pls
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	HAH?
(11:51 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	serious
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	!!!!!!
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	at where la siak
(11:51 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	chest area
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	i got acne only
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	chest?
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	wait i see
(11:51 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	dont have se
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	i have cellulite je ah

Acne?
Lol.

Read on.

(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	dont scare me
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	u serious anot
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	hw come fiza nvr tell me
(11:52 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	aku mcm ade rase kite accidentally masok tmpt hantu
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	u bluff is it?
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	HUH
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	FARK
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	dont scare me!
(11:52 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	bcus she donno me n naz got
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	STOP SCARING ME
(11:52 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	cibai scare u for wad
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	huh really?
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	hw come naz nvr tell me
(11:52 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	wait i msg him

Ah, the more the merrier.

(11:54 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	babi ah
(11:54 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	now im scared
(11:54 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	aku pn nga takot2 ckit
(11:54 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	babi ah
(11:54 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	i confirmin wiv naz whether supernatural or wad
(11:54 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	i want close window

Interesting, even without planning with naz to punk her,
He's doing his job very well.

(11:56 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	naz replied
(11:56 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	he said something like Y? kalo takde lagi bagus
(11:56 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	aku tak tau
(11:56 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	ya allah
(11:56 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	aku scared liao

(11:58 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	wad u ask naz
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	ya
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	i dont know
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	eh siak ah
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	babi ah kau lan
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	shut up ah
(11:58 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	wtf
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	dont want talk alrdy
(11:58 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	btw naz said he consult his pakcik first bout it

Of course I was only acting.

And hurray to assumptions!

(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	eh wait
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	korg kan kena tu red spots
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	aku badan lemah2
(11:58 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	now im having flu
(11:59 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	but i nvr think anything
(11:59 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	hmm
(11:59 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	padan smlm aku alek uma kucing aku tenungkan aku
(11:59 PM) Sheeee-bum!:	wait i want to kol fiza
(11:59 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	kk
(11:59 PM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	aku nga seram ni

So after moments of literally-laughing by my own.
After moments of being mean and creative.

Her call to Fiza eventually surfaced the truth.

(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	LAN
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	KO LIAR
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	maggots
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	i hate u
(12:03 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	aku nga seram ni
(12:03 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	nnti ko marah aku
(12:03 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	hahaha
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	BABI
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	I HATE U LA SIAL
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	hahha cb!!
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	hahha babi ah
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	make me scared for nothing
(12:03 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	confirm fiza da start ktawe2 pat tepon
(12:03 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	haha
(12:03 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	nasib lom ceritified ada heart attack se
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	aarh ah

And the description was even funnier.

(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	tak at first aku kol fiza
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	aku tanye dia
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	eh tek ko ada red spots eh pat dada ko?
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	beh dia cakp "HUH? TAKDE? JAP AKU CHK"
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	beh dia chk beh dia ckp takde
(12:04 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	lol den
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	beh terus aku suspect ko babi aku ah
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	terus aku citerkan wat happened
(12:04 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	ah beh fiza ckp"beh ko le fall for alan's trap?
(12:05 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	beh aku ckp ah yg ko buat the story like so real

Naz was also given the honor.

(12:05 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	huh
(12:05 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	naz pon join?
(12:05 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	dis is not the first time se korg mcm gini.
(12:05 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	padahal aku tk plan ngn die pon
(12:05 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	aarh la

Because of

(12:06 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	i send "eh naz ko ada red spots eh pat dada ko? ko naz alan fiza ada, alan kate. serious pe korg ada? aku takde siak"
(12:07 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	beh he replied "Y? kalo tkde lagi bgs pe.. ko nk ke? hahak"
(12:07 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	siak increase my curiosity and aku tend to believe ur story
(12:07 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	then aku replied
(12:07 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	sial pe naz hahahaha
(12:07 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	"serious pe korg ada... bla bla bla"
(12:07 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	beh dia reply lagi, "Nape lak ko takot.. kite yg ada tk takot ko lak yg takot.. aku lagi suka takde.. hahak!"
(12:07 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	babi

(12:08 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	siak lagi aku percaya siol

(12:10 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	i tell u something
(12:10 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	ble ko ckp psl red spots tu and hantu smlm gitu kan, aku terus tutup tingkap tarik langsir buka lagu kuat2

lol.
The power of imagination.


And this one is from tonight's conversation.

We were talking about the show XXX,
The one with Van Diesel.
Not Japanese XXX porn mind you.

(12:29 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	van der sar
(12:30 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	van minyak
(12:30 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	vin diesel
(12:30 AM) miss buncit i:	uh yes
(12:30 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	ah btol uh
(12:30 AM) miss buncit i:	cb u lan
(12:30 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	hot ah siol
(12:30 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	badan dia
(12:30 AM) miss buncit i:	van der sar name konek kau
(12:30 AM) Sheeee-bum!:	WUHOO BESAR

Spot it?

(12:30 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	miss buncit is still surviving - says: van der sar name konek kau Sheeee-bum! says: WUHOO BESAR
(12:30 AM) Nescaf3/Lan }-{:	cb i laughing siak
(12:30 AM) miss buncit i:	hahahahhahah
(12:30 AM) miss buncit i:	hahahahahahha
(12:30 AM) miss buncit i:	siak uh lan
(12:30 AM) miss buncit i:	ahhahaha

Of course wawa was referring van diesel's body,
But umm,
It happens to be at the wrong time to say that kind of phrase.


The Camping Trip (Code: Hunks)


Frez, Naz, Reza and Mat happens to overnight my house last night.
It was the first time stuffing up 5 people in my small bedroom.
Making them sleep like kittens in a cardboard.

I was the only one who didn't sleep,
And thank god Frez went out when my temptation of grabbing the camera came to me.




Yes, the red mattress was where Frez slept earlier on.
But since he's not there let's focus on others.

Mat, the one at the most right.
Poor him.
His right hand is cold so he had to put it inside his shirt.

And look as if he's satisfying himself to wet dreams.

And naz,
Left.

I bet he's dreaming of having a nice meal as a Makansutra actor.

By the way he snores like Dragonite of Pokemon.

Let's take closer look at them.





Guess where I lied down at?
Hints: Cigarettes and Ps2 Controller.

Oh I almost forgot about Reza.
Well he's dreaming of getting fucked by Van Diesel.
Supposingly with one leg up on Van's shoulder.

Heh.

I'm so gonna get beaten up for this.


That's a pretty long one,
Lan